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After taking a shower, dinner was ready. Too lazy to cook vegetables, I washed a few lettuce leaves, threw them into the rice cooker, and let them simmer for a few more minutes.

This house is in disarray without a rice cooker.

While waiting for the vegetables, she finally had time to check her phone.

I opened WeChat, and it was full of unread messages.

Some helpers accidentally cut their hands with knives, others scraped their hands while moving fruit baskets, asking her if it counted as a work injury. Still others chatted with her casually, asking if she knew anyone at the supermarket who could help their sons and daughters who had just graduated from university find jobs, promising a generous reward...

Most of them, or those a little older than her, don't know how to type. Probably because they're all from the same village and speak the same dialect, they all send her voice messages. Since voice messages can't be converted to text and the messages are long, she has no choice but to listen to them one by one.

I replied to the messages one by one while I was hungry, and before I finished replying, the food was ready.

Unable to respond, she reluctantly put down her phone and went to eat.

I was quietly eating and watching a show when my phone screen, which was lying next to me, kept flashing message notifications.

She finally understood why young people don't like replying to messages after get off work. It's because they've been busy all day, and after get off work is their personal time—time to quietly eat, watch TV, or play games...

With my mind preoccupied, I ate my meal hastily and didn't watch TV properly. After clearing away the dishes, I picked up my phone and notebook, doing the accounts while listening to their voice messages and replying to them.

Today is the first batch of fruit; ripe fruit from ten greenhouses was harvested, which is only one-third of the contracted quantity.

After He Qiaoyun finished reconciling the accounts with the other party, she calculated the wages for the helpers and transferred the money to them one by one.

By the time I finished all that, it was already late at night.

She got up and stretched, replying to their messages while checking that the door was closed properly. Then she turned off the living room light, turned on her flashlight, and went back to her bedroom.

After a long day, her body slumped onto the bed, every muscle and tendon relaxed. She put down her phone, closed her eyes, and rested for a while.

Her phone, tossed aside, kept vibrating and popping up messages, but she unknowingly fell into a deep sleep.

I woke up again at 2 a.m., bitten by mosquitoes.

I woke up to find the room light still on, thinking it was daylight, but I was still very groggy. I looked up at the clock on the wall and saw the hands were at two o'clock.

She got up, wiped the sweat from her forehead, closed the open window, found the remote control and turned on the air conditioner, then took out the mosquito coil and lit it.

In the summer, she slept in short sleeves and shorts with her arms and legs exposed, and she was covered in mosquito bites. She scratched so hard that she searched the whole house for mosquito repellent and medicated oil.

I mixed floral water with medicated oil and applied and sprayed it all over my body, and the mosquito bites on my body didn't itch so much.

After finishing all that, I lay back down in bed, my sleepiness gradually fading. The phone screen beside me was still constantly lighting up, popping up various messages.

She picked up her phone, opened WeChat, and unconsciously clicked on Feng Jiashu's chat window, only to find that the message he sent her at 8:30 p.m. had been read but not replied to.

She quickly replied: "Sorry, I was too busy today and forgot to reply to your message."

After sending the message, I realized it was already 2 a.m., and I wondered if I had woken him up...

Suddenly, my phone vibrated; it was a voice call from Feng Jiashu.

She was startled, hesitated for ten seconds, and then her finger, which had been hovering over the answer button, fell. Immediately, a gentle and pleasant male voice came through the receiver: "Aren't you asleep either?"

"I was asleep, but I forgot to close the window, and the mosquitoes used it as a blood bag. What about you? Why aren't you asleep yet?"

Feng Jiashu, standing in front of the villa's floor-to-ceiling window on the other end of the phone, was moved by her slightly hoarse voice. He cleared his throat and said, "I was working on something for a while, and before I knew it, time had passed. Once my biological clock went out of whack, I started having trouble sleeping."

He Qiaoyun gave a soft "hmm" and said, "I got up and tossed and turned for a bit, and now I can't fall back asleep."

"Let's have a chat then."

Feng Jiashu drew the curtains, turned off the lights, and lay down on the bed.

He Qiaoyun listened to the rustling sounds on the other end of the line and, for some reason, felt inexplicably nervous.

To be honest, she has never had a long phone conversation with a man in the middle of the night.

Even with Xu Hui before, it seems we never had late-night talks because we didn't meet before marriage. Men change after marriage, and she immediately became indifferent.

Therefore, even someone as composed as her was at a loss when faced with such a situation.

"Hmm? Why aren't you saying anything? Are you asleep?" Feng Jiashu asked softly.

That magnetic voice was like an electric current, stimulating every nerve in He Qiaoyun's body. She quickly replied, "I, I'm not asleep..."

This man is too good at flirting.

But this is just a skill that men automatically unlock when they meet a woman they like; it's commonly known as "peacock spreading its tail feathers."

"How was your day?" he asked.

He Qiaoyun held the phone a little further away and said, "It went pretty smoothly. How about you?"

"Oh, that's alright."

After the conversation ended, the two remained silent for a moment. Suddenly, Feng Jiashu said, "It's raining."

He Qiaoyun subconsciously looked out the window. Everything outside was calm. Then she heard the sound of curtains being drawn and windows being opened from her phone, followed by the soft patter of rain.

"Can you hear me?" he asked.

He Qiaoyun replied, "Yes, I heard that. You seem to really like rainy days."

Feng Jiashu said, "I once saw a theory that liking rainy days is the result of natural selection over tens of thousands of years?"

He Qiaoyun asked, puzzled, "Hmm?"

Feng Jiashu sat on the sofa chair by the window and said in a gentle tone, "Because most animals in nature do not come out to hunt on rainy days, and the same is true for primitive people. Rainy days mean that they do not have to go out to hunt, and they can stay comfortably in the cave to sleep. Large animals will not invade at this time."

He Qiaoyun responded, "Now that you mention it, it does seem to make sense. But times have changed. Even when it rains, we can't stay at home and sleep comfortably. We have to brave the wind and rain to go to work or school."

Feng Jiashu laughed, "Yes, but if you slow down and experience a rainy day, watching and listening to the rain, it's a very beautiful thing."

Listening to the sound of rain, He Qiaoyun imagined the scene he described in her mind and said, "Actually, I quite like rainy days too."

Feng Jiashu: "Why?"

He Qiaoyun: "I'm not as poetic as you. Rain means good weather and a good harvest. We who live off the land hope for good weather every year so that rice, vegetables and fruits can have a good harvest."

Feng Jiashu: "The economic base determines the superstructure. Only when the land yields a harvest and people can have enough to eat can they have the leisure to engage in literature and art."

He Qiaoyun smiled, "Yes."

......

The conversation unfolded gradually, and before they knew it, time had passed. They chatted until nearly three in the morning, when the sound of roosters crowing came from all around. He Qiaoyun yawned.

Feng Jiashu on the other end of the phone said, "It's late, I won't disturb your rest."

He Qiaoyun stammered, "Goodnight."

"Good night."